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Ronan POV My mouth went dry, and I could barely breathe the moment my eyes locked on her, my mind refusing to believe what I was seeing. It was her—Destiny, my Destiny—standing there in front of everyone, declaring herself the rich heiress and new CEO of this entire law firm. It couldn’t be. It didn’t make sense. But there she was, her once-long dark hair that used to cascade freely down her back now cut into a sleek bob at her neck. She was slimmer, taller—maybe because of the heels—more commanding.

He released my wrist, still glaring into my eyes and I maintained the eye contact. “You think you've become powerful now, just because you're an heiress, right?” “Exactly. That's what I think. And whoever crosses my path, I'll crush with the sole of my feet. You don't how I suffered before I got here.” I hissed. “Today was just your first day and look what you've done…” “You should be grateful to me for goodness sake. I saved your sorry ass. Your girlfriend came here and create a scene. If the news had gone out, what do you think will happen to your reputation? Huh?”

I choked as I felt tears well up in my eyes. His face hardened as he watched me quietly. "Do you want to make them pay?" His question came as a shock, and I swallowed hard as I tried to read the expression on his face. There was nothing. "Don't you want to make him pay? Don't you want to make Ethan pay for making you suffer so much? For taking away your company, your legacy, your hard-built empire? Don't you want to make him pay for his betrayal?" he said, this time taking steps towards me.

The questions gnawed at me, but I forced myself to focus on the task at hand—stopping Emily and Jessica. My daughter’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Turn left here, Auntie Sarah!” she directed, her small finger pointing at the map. Sarah followed her instructions without hesitation, the car weaving through the less crowded back roads. My hands trembled slightly as I applied the last touches of mascara. I took a deep breath, glancing at my reflection in the car mirror. Gone was the scared, broken girl from six years ago. I had transformed myself—physically, mentally, and professionally. I was no longer the weak victim. I was Susan Davidson, the rightful heir to the Davidson Corporation.

She wasn't selling ornaments; she was funding a war. She changed into a sharp, understated suit, cut her hair into a blunt, lethal bob, and bought a burner phone. Then, she logged into her hidden investment account—a legacy from her grandmother. The balance had grown. Seven figures. Money didn’t judge. Money didn’t care if you’d slept in a shed. At the private hospital, she booked a full forensic medical exam. She stepped into a crowded elevator, and there, in the corner, stood a man in a pristine white coat. Lucien Hale.

And yeah, my father raised me to respect women and be a gentleman, but he’s also the man who put me in this situation in the first place, so it’s a little revenge on him not treating his precious daughter like the high-end princess she things that she is. The closer we get to the mansion, the steeper the road becomes but I am not slowing down for my passengers’ benefits. Not to mention, there are people by the road now, workers whose faces I know pretty well, leaning on their tools now and watching the princess, their new boss, arriving from Europe. For some of them she’s like a royalty, foreign and exotic, and not just a stupid girl with killer legs and annoying personality.

I held back my tears and shouted defiantly, "Skyrise Group belongs to Grandma. I'm the real heiress of the company!" Bang! Before I could catch my breath, Bobby smashed my head against the glass wall again. He continued shouting furiously. "Cindy, quit dreaming. I already gave Skyrise Group to Tina as her wedding gift last year. Whoever marries her will inherit the company!" His words sent a wave of shock through the entire crowd. Everyone's eyes lit up as they stared at Tina. At that moment, a commanding voice came from behind me. "Bobby, I dare you to say that again. Who did you just claim is the heiress of Skyrise Group?"

"I don't want your dirty money." Then I turned and walked toward the road. Jack's voice exploded behind me. "Bella! Don't you dare walk away!" I didn't flinch. Just kept walking. Straight to the airport. What Jack didn't know? I'm the heiress of the Beaumont family—the powerhouse behind Beaumont Group. He faked being broke to screw with me? Fine. I'll show him what it means to go really bankrupt.

However, if she gained some importance, the matter of Salem's succession would be resolved. That was why she needed this—the perfect image of a valiant wife and a dutiful mother who had paid a whopping billion dollars. With Harrison's assurance, the Whitakers wouldn't even dare dream of threatening her. Gritting her teeth, she nodded. "I agree, sir. I will pay the ransom!" "Very good," Harrison nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't worry. The ransom is more than what it's worth! For now, just contact the ransomers and tell them you will pay them a billion in cryptocurrency.

"The world is going to see that Rossi label. They are going to look for you Hannah." "Let them look " I said. I leaned my head against his shoulder. "They will find a woman who works in a press house and buys her bread in the square. They will find a Trust that belongs to a village. They will not find an heiress. The Hidden Heiress died the day I returned the deed to Marco. What is left is me." I felt a sense of freedom. It was as if the last tie to my life had been cut. The long and difficult journey of my past the struggle and the revenge had been reduced to a fact: I was home.